Every week to ten days, I trek to the living room, pull the pulchritudinous peace lily from its pedestal, and prance with it all the way to the backyard. There my graceful partner "takes the air," as we say down South, and gets a giant drink o' water. After last night's stormy deluge, it seems absurd to speak of watering, but there you have it: my indoor partner needs a shot. So she's out there today, taking her H20 and waiting for the sunshine. We're told it arrives again this Saturday.
Meanwhile...
My love affair with peace lillies was born at the death of my father in March 1990. Two close friends--Susan and Lynne in Missoula, MT--sent me a grand specimen as an act of condolence. It meant the world to me to see my father's death measured by my friends in such a life-affirming way. I have loved the variety ever since. I haven't gone so far as to give the current plant a name, but I do pet it often and think of it as a pal.
Do you name or favor YOUR plants? I have a notion you do. If you're willing, click on "comments" and tell us about it. We promise not to laugh!
